[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]Keys to the Bentley, off to the clubSwitchin lanes like what the..Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruhBut y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)She, say, she, slickI'm, like, baby, pleaseShe, say she's got a manBut what's that got to do with me? (f'real)Some chicks like low-keyWrists of, zero degreesI'm, toxic off the Belve'Two strippers, in my hotel suiteFee fie and, foe fum-ahLook out now, here I come-ahFor you haters, keepin up traumaMe and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]You got what I want; I got what you needLet's put it together; get, this, mo-neyYou got what I want; I got what you needLet's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]Pull up on the block, cran-apple BenzWhite tank top, cran-apple trimEgg-shaped watch, cran-apple gemsDice hands 'side both of themTwo rolls and I leave with a stackOff to the club, G's in in the backV.I.P. nigga beez like thatWhen you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)I spit this for my ridersTwenty-inch rims and wide body driversWe can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)Young H-O-V-AAnd the boy R. Kel', you know how we playFor that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rangYou young boyz ain't readyYou don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR JiggaTo NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'Yeah it's money, recognize the smellAnd we up out this bitch, yell